Evolution

Six years passed. The once-quiet halls of the Crimson estate now whispered a different name in awe — Lucien. No longer a boy drowned in the shadows of lineage, Lucien had forged his own terrifying identity. His once childish face now held the sharpness of a blade, with messy crimson lashes that barely covered eyes that burned like dark rubies — eyes that saw through weakness. He was fifteen now, but the way he walked through the training grounds made even elite knights unconsciously lower their gazes. His aura was sharp — not because of raw pressure, but because it was refined. Controlled. Unshakable. His every move carried weight, but it wasn't the weight of nobility — it was the weight of someone who had climbed without help. In his private chamber, the Crimson Void sword hung lazily on his back, its scabbard etched with shifting runes. The blade, bound to him six years ago, hadn't left his side since. And deep within his mind, the system chimed gently:

[All Authorities: Unsealed]

[All Fragments: Recovered]

[Draconic Technique Mastery: 100%]

[Synchronization Rate: 92%]

Lucien exhaled slowly, standing in front of a wide mirror.

"I'm ready." with a grin on his face.

The Divine World Academy. A towering structure built on ancient ley lines, housing prodigies from all realms. Elves and humans— only the strongest dared to apply. Lucien's application? Accepted instantly.

Not because of his surname. But because of the sealed pressure that surged from his soul like a dormant calamity. Even the academy's Grand Seer had uttered something strange after sensing his mana signature:

"A crimson void… devouring the stars…"